Vicious L. J. Shen Novels & Stories

When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph: Maybe you’ve lost someone to violence, or perhaps you have been the victim of a violent crime. Either way, your life has been altered and a hole has been punched open in your world. Through it comes the most malignant, destructive monster of all: FEAR. More vicious than any violent criminal, more evil than the deeds of any killer, fear will rob you of what’s left of your life. There’s only one way out of the haunted forest: You must go through. You must face what you most fear. We can show you how.

My poor friend’s brief moment of sanity ended and the world once again became a distant illusion. Wadim looked down at Shen’s limp body with disgust. “Now he has gone limp and we cannot give more potion,” he spat impatiently. “Bring Mei-Lien to revive him before the potion weakens.” Shortly after the evil vampire stormed from the room, a beautiful platinum blonde Chinese woman was led in by the guards who were waiting outside. Without waiting for instruction, she immediately headed for Shen and took his manhood with her moist lips. He feebly pushed at her head with arms that felt like they were made of jelly. He was weak as a kitten and lying next to Dao-Ming with a strange woman working her

“For being such a predictable, arrogant fool. You thought snatching Liang-Po was a victory. You were too blind to see it was the bait. You were so busy boasting to your wife, so sure of your own invincibility, that you never saw the trap being laid at your own feet. You played yourself, Stanley. I just provided the stage.” His face contorted, a mask of pure, undiluted hatred. “You think this is over? You and that treacherous bitch? I’ll be out of here sooner than you think. My lawyers are the best money can buy. And when I’m out, I’ll destroy you. I’ll grind your company into dust, and I’ll make Jennifer wish she’d died with that brat she was carrying!” The air left my lungs. I had known, in

That was why she couldn't sustain her scent for so long, swiftly becoming lackluster in its effects of ensnaring him. As quick as lightning, he grabbed a dagger from his belt and stabbed Veronica's projection into the heart. It felt like piercing cement. She grinned at him, triumphant as cracks began to form on her face and to the rest of her body. Finally, she disintegrated in front of him. "Damn that woman!" LJ screamed in frustration. This wouldn't do. If their weird interaction was any indication of how unpredictable she was, he needed to find her before she did something atrocious and his people started noticing.

Chapter 7: Hot tension mounted in the air as the tall muscular figure of the Lycan King— Alistair Blackthorn, stood towering over his prey. His piercing gaze scanned his victims until it finally landed on Sera’s Tiny shivering form... From where he stood, He could easily see her hour glass curves and pretty face. Her chest rose and fell with her quick breathing, which drew his attention to how full her breasts were even though they were covered by her baggy shirt.

“Well of course I'm here to seduce him and make him mine” “Damien is not easy” I cut in. “It won't work” “You can't imagine what I can do, but it's okay, I'm going to make you watch as I make him slip away from your dirty little fingers,” she threatened, hanging up immediately. My heart raced. It didn't race because of fear, it raced because I was jealous, jealous of having that man stealing venom around my man. My man. ~~Damien~~ A FEW MINUTES AGO

Seventeen years in future My name is Sasha Lycanic, born a low-level omega with nothing special about a single hair on my body. To make my life infinitely worse, my father was a traitor. My life didn't start out bad, it just kept plummeting downhill and for so long I was too weak to take the wheel.

The Luna didn’t take public embarrassment too lightly and since she couldn’t obviously blame her son, she’ll blame me instead like she’s always done. I watched like my spirit had left my body as Jin helped me to my feet, inspecting my hands for any injuries, which unfortunately they were; some of the broken shards were embedded in my palms, bloodied and all. I barely noticed the pain. The sensation of Jin’s hands on my shoulders made me shudder with repulsion. I wasn’t fooled by his gentle act. He was anything but gentle. He was dark and soulless, and seductively charming like a viper.

Reuben: (Frowns in dubious silence) “……. Whatever do you mean?” Author Victoric: (Bites her lips in slight anxiety) How about you undress and show a little of those glorious abbs for all to admire, hmm?” Reuben: …….. (Stares at Victoric with a look of ‘You’re courting Death I see’) Author Victoric: (Starts sweating under Reuben’s disdainful death glare) Ahahahaha…. How about this… I will let you do Shy Shy things with Fake Lizzy if you do my bidding, okay? Hmm? It that alright?....”

There was something almost old-fashioned about her entire appearance. Like she had walked straight out of another century. “It's nice to meet you, uh...?” “Oh, pardon my manners.” She placed a hand dramatically against her chest. “I'm Shirley D'Angelo, paternal aunt to Lushy.” I almost had another laughing episode. Oh, I was definitely going to tease him about that later. “Can you stop calling me that? I'm not seven anymore,” Luciano complained. “Oh, hush! You haven't grown a day old to me.”